Redsand Canyon oh shoot *hophop* it's a rat!

The elder of the two hums out his own pleasant laugh. A smooth, low sound that tickles the ear drums soothingly. The noise oriented towards Valour’s slowly blooming humor. Though when the agouti make them practically chastises himself for his failure in the spar Donovan waves him off with a large paw.

“Nonsense. You did good.” He offers as congratulations. Even though he lost he seems like a good sport about it. “I can tell you’re skilled.”